34 The Nose Bleed
I run all the way back to the Mansen house, doubled over with breathlessness and sickness by the time I arrive. Crouching in the middle of the road for several minutes, I gasp and suck in air, not concerned if a car were to speed around the corner and bulldoze me into the asphalt.
My bag feels like it’s swelling with rocks but I haven’t been able to let go of it. I don’t want to lose the evidence or let my past escape from my memory ever again. I want to be able to say I have knowledge of something, even if it’s something bad.
Mum, it’s time to get the past back. It’s time for me to realise you can’t help anymore.
I think about going back to the house but my feet don’t want to go that way. They walk down the middle of the road, slowly and even leisurely, until I reac
